Our house backs up to a wooded area so we have on two occasions had a mouse appear inside these four walls. Now we’re welcoming to the living creatures but even I wasn’t on board with this particular four legged critter, even one of the cute little field mouse variey. Adding insult to injury we had two cats living in our house both times. TWO CATS. Come on. I feel like that was a serious lack of judgement for the little mousey mouses but as they say your poor planning isn’t my problem, those mice had to go.

When we had our Seven and Mia combo there was nothing but curiosity around the infiltrator.

A lot of sniffing around the tunnel he had hidden in along with a rather sedate look as the mouse toddled off across the room. They were interested, I guess, but not interested enough to expend any extra energy.

Seven and Mittens brought a different vibe to the situation.

Seven repeated the whole detached gaze, very much giving off a “hmm, what new critter has joined our crew?” attitude. That cat literally watched the mouse hustle — at least this one knew to hustle — across the family room and into the dining room area. This turned out to be his fatal flaw as our extraordinarily fat and largely lazy Mittens did not share Seven’s laissez-faire attitude toward mice. We found this out when we heard an enormous THUD as Mittens launched off a chair then a scurry and another THUD when she slammed into a wall. That woke Seven up and he joined the chase, tag teaming with Mittens until he finally captured his prey and hurried off.

It’s the first and only group project those two have participated in. I suppose hunting mice makes for strange bedfellows.

Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “mouse.” Use it any way you like.